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Gentle Twilight Of Dawn

I stroke
your sleeping head
and feel my fingers quarrel with your hair
so heavy, so thick and strong
growing from warm curly, curly roots
into finger thick ropes of your Covenant.
Feathered ebony wings
swoop over your eyes
so soft
urging my touch to question this beauty,
and I do
smiling at the knowledge of not disturbing
your dance of suspended consciousness
to check that you are really here.
Cinnamon acres of minimal flesh stretch
across your face
now rested in the sleep of satisfaction
making you look so defenceless
so powerless,
innocent almost
that my heart cries out to shelter you
to protect you.
You have no idea of the power
that my maternal instincts possess
and so I watch over you
and worry
and fret
about the various avenues I have followed
to reach this moment in time
and you still seem to be unaware
of the strength
of My Essense
that makes me the woman that I am.
Watching you in your private world
reminds me of how you were when we first met
but you still defy the march of time.
Maybe you are charmed in that respect
but my worries have worn down my youthful glamour
and what you see sometimes
is the result of some serious mental plastic surgery.
Where are you now
What are you doing
and most importantly
Who Are You With
I ask myself and
God help you
if you should slip
and call out a name,
any name
other than my own.
IN AN INSTANT
this peaceful scene would be swept away
by the cold flush of Doubt
followed by the heat of Revenge
and in your weakened condition
you would stand no chance against
a
crippling
direct
hit!
But…..
then you stir and turn
leaving an intimate shoulder bare
and a warm space to snuggle into
and I do
weaving hopes and dreams
as
you
are
enfolded
unto
Me

Imani c 1995

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Sunglasses and Brass Monkey Weather

Thursday 1st March was really warm, surprise, surprise¬† This must be the start of the warm weather we were promised, I thought,so I wore my sunglasses to Lewisham Shopping Centre.¬† People were smiling and chatting, some brave souls had thrown caution to to the wind and were displaying acres of skin which really should have been kept under cover. I felt so warn that I was thinking I might have to break out a skirt for Friday as my legs have not seen the light of day since last year. Even my house felt so hot that I had to turn the heating down. And then Friday arrived with a blanket of fog and it was Brass Monkey weather, bitterly¬† cold and grey, determined to wipe out any memory of Thursday. Talk about a shock to the system,you never know where you are with our weather, you’ve just got to enjoy the good bits and plow on through the bad bits.

Cornmill Gardens, Lewisham